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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Life's Not Fair! - Part Four

Derek looked imploringly at his wife. "Please Melissa, don't do this to me," he begged, but all she did was laugh.

"Aw, please Melissa, don't do this to me," mocked James, cruelly impersonating Derek's pleading tone. He then slapped Derek hard across the face."Haha!" Melissa laughed, bouncing up and down. "Harder!"

James grinned. The poor man, he was nothing but a human punching bag. This time he really let him have it. Pow! Right into his face. Blood splattered behind him. "I could do this all day!" he announced.

"Honey, I think we should not beat him too much. I don't want too many questions, after all." She strolled sexily up to Derek with a half-eaten peach and rubbed it, casually but firmly,
into Derek's nose, where the sticky juices mingled with his blood.

"Fondle me in front of him," she said, standing with her back to James and looking straight at Derek.

James needed no second invitation and his hands started to roam around
Melissa. He fondled her naked breasts, slid his hands up her silky
thighs, inside her skirt, stroked her pussy through her knickers.

Melissa was grinning at her husband the whole time. "Oh yeah, James,"
she purred, "fondle me, baby, caress me, show my husband what a real man
can do with his hands."

"Look what he's doing to me, Derek," she taunted. "Mmm, isn't he lucky, having hands that work? Just imagine the pleasure he's getting,
running his hands all over my luscious body... mmm.... and he'll be fucking me
soon Derek, he can fuck me any time he likes. I'll pleasure him for a
while first... tease him a little... and then I'll open my legs and
let him slide his hard cock into my warm, juicy pussy... mmm, oh yes.... let him ram it
into me until he explodes. Just imagine, Derek, just imagine
how good he's feeling right this minute... bet you're so jealous,
aren't you? And having to just sit there and
watch him doing things that you can't do... experience pleasure that
you'll never be able to have again... Aw, poor Derek! Don't you
wish you could get out of that stupid wheelchair and stop this? Bet
you just hate James, don't you? Bet you'd like to hit him, wouldn't
you?"

Derek was crying. He had no comeback to his wife's cruel taunting, could
only sit there and watch as James carried on fondling Melissa. His
humiliation was made worse by the fact that he was getting an erection
again. It was impossible not to be turned on by the sight of his
gorgeous, sexy wife standing half naked right in front of him, enjoying
the attentions of a hunky, young man. The remnants of the peach had
finally fallen off his nose and slid down his front into his lap. Some
of it was lying on the end of his cock.

James, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. It had been
pretty damn good fucking a hot chick like Melissa behind her husband's
back but this... Derek now a helpless cripple, making out right in
front of him, forcing the poor bastard to watch ... this was ten times
better. He still had his boxers on but they weren't doing much to hide
the fact that he had the most enormous erection. James was well endowed
in any case and this situation was turning him on more than anything had
ever done before.

"Oh my god, Mel, the poor bastard's got a boner," he chuckled.

"Can't do fuck all with it though, can he baby?" she giggled.

Melissa slipped out of her skirt so she was now wearing only a tiny pair
of black lace knickers. She posed sexily in front of Derek. He tried
not to lust but his cock, which had a life of its own, jumped to
attention. It wasn't that big, five inches maybe, but it was fully erect
now. Melissa knelt in front of him and looked pointedly at his member.

She licked her lips and grinned at Derek. "There's a bit of fruit on the
end of your knob, sweetie, should I get rid of it for you?"

Derek said nothing.

"I'll take that as a yes," giggled Melissa. "You don't mind do you,
James? You don't mind, baby, if I tease Derek's cock for a short
while?"

"Not only do I not mind you teasing his cock, gorgeous, I fucking well insist on it!" grinned James.

Melissa leaned forward and licked the fruit of the end of Derek's cock,
spat it onto the floor. She did it with one slow lick of her tongue.
Then she took his cock into her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds... just enough to drive him wild but no more. She stopped and grinned
up at her poor, tantalised husband. "James loves it when I suck his
dick, darling," she taunted, "Course for him,
it always ends in a nice blowjob or a great fuck... bit different for
you, sweetie, isn't it? ... more like torture for you, my poor darling,
isn't it?"

For a few minutes, Melissa amused herself by tickling Derek's balls with
her fingertips. He could feel the spunk building up in his balls,
knew that he'd explode if only he could, yet he couldn't do a single
thing to help himself. He could only sit there in the wheelchair and
suffer. Melissa did now take his cock into her palm and she squeezed it a
few times, squeezed it until she could feel him about to come, and then stopped.

Melissa giggled, changed position slightly and shook her tits in Derek's
face. She gave his cock another few tormenting strokes with her hand,
stopped once more with her wretched, helpless husband on the very verge
of release. She repeated the cruel tease several times until she had him
grunting and groaning like an animal, shaking his head wildly from side
to side.

"Sure, Degsy, no probs," chuckled James, and he slowly slid Melissa's
knickers down over her thighs and let them fall to the floor. Standing
behind Melissa, he ground his cock into her arse, fondling her tits with
one hand and stroking her now exposed pussy with the other. Melissa was
groaning with pleasure and she was dripping wet down there.

He pulled his hand from between her legs and went over to Derek. "Here,
sucker, have a sniff of pussy juice," he sneered, and he rubbed his
fingers against Derek's nose. "I'll be having some of that, real soon,"
he taunted.

"Aw James, making him sniff it... that's so bad!" giggled Melissa,
handing James her discarded knickers. "Here sugar, stick them on his
head."

James put Melissa's little black lace knickers on Derek's head. "Suits
him, don't you think?" he smirked, and they both cracked up laughing at
the poor wretch.

"God, I'd love to slap him around a bit more, Mel," said James.

"I've got a better idea," said Melissa with a wicked grin. "C'mon, baby,
let's wheel him into the bedroom and I'll show you. We've still got
ages yet."

******

Phillip Dawson, senior nurse, was bang on time returning to collect
Derek. Five o'clock exactly, and he'd parked up and was ringing the
bell.

She was wearing a short silk robe that left little to the imagination, and her hair was a little muffed up.

It was pretty obvious what she and her husband had spent the time doing. Lucky bastard!
"Sure, Mrs Campbell."

She gave him a rather knowing smile. "It's Melissa, remember?"

"Sure, Melissa," grinned Phillip, his eyes roaming where they shouldn't.

"What's your name, honey?" she asked him.

"Er ... Philip," he replied, feeling a little tongue tied in the
presence of such a gorgeous looking woman, especially dressed the way
she was.

"Can I call you Phil?" she grinned. "I love Phil as a man's name."

"Um, okay," he mumbled.

"So, Phil, I'll just get him ready, okay? ... won't be long, honey."

Shit, she was one red hot chick!

And a bit of a flirt too, he reckoned ... calling him "honey" and stuff
... the way she seemed to enjoy him ogling at her ... yeah, a bit of a
prick teaser she was, no question.

Melissa disappeared back into the house and came back after about five
minutes, wheeling her husband. Fuck, the guy looked shattered! ... must
have been a hell of an afternoon. Looked like he'd gotten hit, though...

"He's all yours, Phil honey," she grinned."He got a little over excited, fell off the bed and banged himself up, but he's okay now!"

She gave her husband an affectionate little pat on the head as Phil wheeled him away towards the van.